Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.